stare: stare them down.
my muse reacts to your muse staring them down.
she’s a good observer. always has been. it seemed to be a habit that allowed itself to pile onto any paranoia she already carried, and it manifested into something she could never determine was either good or bad. observant, she was, but her gut-feelings never quite reached any level of irrationality; she tended to be right. so, what was that gut-feeling telling her now? this guy – is watching her. maybe not with connotations so cryptic, but she felt gazes in her back like they were pinpricks. so she stares back, if only out of spite to get the man to back off, but she takes advantage in trying to figure him out. good-looking, of course, but something in her gut rang through her body that told her to watch out.
